Batman is dead.
Fortunately, comic book Heaven has a revolving door policy and we won’t have to suffer through third-rate bullshit like this for too much longer, and then we’ll get Batman back and be momentarily happy until we realize that we never bought this kind of hack work and really, cheapy weeklies like Battle For the Cowl were never relevant as far as Batman books go, and then we’ll go back to reading good comics and forget the whole thing ever happened until a few years later when DC decides it needs to pick up the slack in commemorative statuette sales, and fuck, it’s either Supes or Batman’s turn, but who remembers? It’s not like DC has its eye to quality when it comes to shit like this.
So, Batman’s dead. Nightwing’s upset about it. Like, really upset. Frankly, I’m more upset over having to dignify Nightwing as some kind of legitimate character, when really he was only brought in to butch up the idea of Robin. Someone’s pretending to be Batman, and leaving notes saying things like “I AM BATMAN” written in crazy person scrawl, and we’re to believe that Batman didn’t write these because 1) he’s dead—trust us—and 2) Batman’s handwriting would be way sleeker, sexier… richer.
